Head Bussa Testo

[Intro]Head bussa...Head bussa...Head bussa...Head bussa...[Chorus] (4x)I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa (head bussa)[Verse: Noreaga]Hey yo...Yo, N-O-R, you can catch me in my favorite car (car)Drop Lex, black truck, Gordo the Lazy RI'm like a pitcher, I throw my hits crazy farAnd if you is what you smoke then - hey y'allI'm never faired up (faired up) I got some lead what (lead what)And keeps some chicks in my whips and they always just fuck my head upI'm like whatever God, ain't a nigga better guard?I rock a Neptunes beat like it's a leather garmKnow about you, but I'm a bed crusherSee I don't know about you, but I'm a head bussaYou see it's God Favorite, he built the project bricksChicks love us anyway, cause we just make hitsNo Re-my, I'm good with just water and fishThugged out Militainment see we focused - bitchStand strong in the pain, see me hold my pivotOr you can catch me in LA, with a Mexican midget[Chorus] (4x)[Verse: Noreaga]Yo, yo...See I'm a Philly nigga, I can't fuck wit a dutch chickAutomatic whips, can't fuck wit a clutch shitJo-se (Jose) I'm so relaxed it seemsThe first nigga sellin' cracks through a fax machineShit Star Tek (Star Tek) I hold my gun in the raidsAnd I can make planes crash through a two-way pageNiggas stack like, act like I ain't made mad classicsLike I'm a new artist, demerit these rat bastardsBut that's aight cause I'm a still make moreAnd I could sell bad work, still say that it's rawI make songs for the poor niggasThe most grimey and raw niggas, the ki-ki-kickin' your door niggasGo arm wrestle next, see whose neck I breakI send my little man home (dude go home man) have to check out lateShe a bed crusher, see I'm a bad person[Chorus] (7x)[Bridge]Duh...Ain't a damn - thing the sameLook, I'm a see if ya sayin' my name (N-O-R)Millionaires, that change the gameThat got 9/11 clouds (clouds) and bullets that grainDon't calm down (down) this is soldier game (fa' sho nigga)Kill for money, the raw and the caineLet me, see you flag, the color of car niggaFix your fingers, show me what you are[Verse: Noreaga]See I'm a head bussa (bussa) it ain't hard to tellThat I'm a keep makin' hits, it ain't hard to sellAnd them Def Jam niggas put that paper behind usWe left that other label, and the hatin' behind usNiggas want beef, it ain't hard to find usWe in the 'Lac Truck, them niggas in Path-Finders and-uhThe crime scene like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!People wanna scream they like N.O.R.E.! , N.O.R.E.!Man, I'm outta' town my niggas travel, tooWe in LA getting' sucked off in MalibuA new-car, ask the Jake, they call me "no shit"Cause everytime they question me, I don't know shitAnd hold this, yea nigga just know thisI always drink Henny, hardly know the 'CrisStraight monster-wrist, I keep a ill beatAnd niggas hardly like you, your shit still weak[Bridge][Chorus] (8x)